What are the wicked problems that Jabulani experiences from the following story? Jabulani lives on the
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What are the wicked problems that Jabulani experiences from the following story?
Jabulani lives on the streets in Hillbrow. He has been a "stroller" for more than three years and has learned to survive under the most difficult of circumstances. Despite his 13 years, he is physically small and underdeveloped. His eyes are bright, alert and particularly watchful of anything going on around him. In part, this is because he does not hear very well. He says that when he was small and lived in a rural part of Kwa-Zulu Natal, he was a very sick child. He never received any treatment for his illness and after that, he found he could not hear well at all.
Jabulani share a little of his life story, which helps us to understand him better:
"My mother was a teenager and unmarried when I was born. Early in my life, my mother moved us to Joburg. She said that this was so that she could earn more money but my life actually got worse. When we came to a township in Joburg, there was very little space for us, it seemed like the whole country was moving in to this place so that they could also earn more money. Times were hard and jobs and accommodation were hard to find. We ended up living in a lean-to shed, attached to a shack. The shed leaked and was cold and cramped. I was very unhappy there.
While I lived in the shed, I remember being hungry all the time. At the same time, my mother kept bringing "Uncles" home who lived with us for a while at different times. When the "uncles" were three, I was always running away and hiding because my mother and the "uncles" would get drunk and fight. I was always so scared because the "uncles" and my mother used to shout at me and beat me.
While we lived in this township, my mother had four more children. I had no space and the babies were always crying because they were hungry too. Often my mother would go out and leave me alone to look after them.
I went to school for three years. But the classrooms were very big and I couldn't hear what the teacher was saying. I was scared of my teachers because they always punished me for making mistakes. No one helped me and I found English and Afrikaans very difficult to learn. After three years, I couldn't read or write and was failing all the time. I decided to leave my school and my home and go and live somewhere else where I could be loved and feel happy and safe.
Life was hard. I had very little with me, but what I had was important. My food soon ran out and then, one evening when I was sleeping under some stairs, a group of young teenagers beat me up and stole everything I had...even my shoes! To survive, I started stealing food and sometimes money from shops and people. I also started "smoking glue" because this made me feel happy and
took away my hungry feeling. But, I didn't feel good about myself. People treated me badly and made me feel like a criminal. The police even arrested me twice for smoking glue on the street at night. Eventually, I joined a group of strollers - a gang of children who had all run away from their homes. In this gang, I felt at home. Everybody looked after everybody else and we all looked out for each other. I remember when I got sick. The other strollers looked after me and brought me food until I got better. They were also kind and teased me in a nice way. We became a family - everyone helped each other. The strollers I joined also helped me to understand the rules of the "street". They taught me that I had to think fast and quickly, what places to stay away from, how to get enough money and food, and how to stay warm. My life became good. I felt safe and always had people to talk to. Most importantly, I felt free to decide things for myself and to make my life go the way I want it to go. In the gang I joined, I have even become a leader and the other boys respect me. No one has ever respected me before! I sometimes think that I would like to learn again so that I can get a proper job and one day move off the streets, but thinking about going back to school is horrible because I hated it. Here on the streets, I have learned more English and Afrikaans than I ever did at school. I have even learned to count and to understand about what money means. I don't think school is a supportive place. And what would I do without my "family"?"
Managing Business Ethics Making Ethical Decisions
ISBN: 9781506388595
1st Edition
Authors: Alfred A. Marcus, Timothy J. Hargrave